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The Erotic Party (M+F, exh, drugs, orgy)
by JackBro (jackbro_99@Yahoo.com)
***
I heard a normal college party outside my bedroom
door. Music played. People talked. I pictured them
walking around in my living room, casually drinking
and carrying on with interesting conversations about
sports, school, and whatever else fancied their
interests.
I planned to enter into this party, but not like any
of the others. As I looked down at myself and at my
half-naked body, I grew excited at the thought of
finally being able to fulfill my most intense
fantasy.
"Well Debbie, are you ready yet?" My friend, Loretta,
cracked open the door to look inside. "You look
absolutely fantastic. I'm sure a few of the guys are
going to have a hard time."
I drew in a deep breath and looked down on myself
once more. 'It wouldn't be so bad if I was more
normally sized,' I thought to myself. If I had a flat
chest or even average sized, it wouldn't be nearly so
intimidating. But I knew my double-D cupped melons
displayed in the erotic swimsuit would draw
everyone's attention. Two narrow strips of cloth fell
down from my shoulders and across my boobs. They
joined an equally meager panty around my waist. It
was enough to cover all the most important parts, but
just barely. I saw tit sticking out all over. I think
a full two-thirds of my big boobs lay exposed. Even
worse, they lay exposed in their natural, plunging
state because the erotic swimsuit offered no support.
Additional skin lay exposed behind me, I knew, for
the swimsuit needed no straps across the center of my
back, and the bottom was little more than a thong.
Into the party I was supposed to enter wearing this
meager selection of clothing. Everyone else would be
fully dressed, but I would have skin sticking out all
over. They would get to see nearly all of me, but
they were not supposed to notice or say anything
about it. This was my fantasy. This was what I
dreamed about on those cold, lonely nights.
"Well?" Loretta interrupted my thoughts.
"I guess so," I looked to her to reluctantly answer.
I felt my pulse racing.
"Well then, let's go," Loretta stepped inside and
took me by the arm as though to give me the courage
to finally go through with it. No one stood in the
hallway on the opposite side of the open door, thank
God, but I suppose it didn't really matter. They were
all going to see me anyway. I tossed my long, dark
hair over my shoulders and cautiously followed.
Except for one special invitee, according to Loretta,
everyone knew me. A few were friends. Others were
classmates. I already recognized one voice as my
geeky lab partner from chemistry class. Loretta said
she invited a dozen people who agreed to help me live
out my wild little fantasy. Luckily, not all were
men, as I first expected. Loretta surprised me
earlier when she said all but one of the guys arrived
with a date. The girlfriends and two wives apparently
felt just as interested in participating as the men.
"Come on Debbie!" Loretta had to almost pull me into
the hallway. Even though I originated the whole idea,
I still felt apprehension and a great deal of
embarrassment. My heart beat like mad. I felt myself
growing wet with sweat. It is one thing to think
about an erotic fantasy in the mind, but quite
another to carry one out in real life.
Looking down at myself one last time before walking
out the door, my bountiful tits looked larger than
ever before. I couldn't believe what I was doing.
"Oh! Hello Debbie," I heard a male voice say to me.
"Where have you been? Busy studying?"
I looked up to see Brian walk past, probably going to
the bathroom. I know he saw me too - and my big tits
- but he didn't mention anything about them. He
simply walked on past as though I remained fully
clothed.
"Yea, studying," I remembered to answer. I nearly
choked on my own words, but then suddenly felt much
more relaxed. Finally, someone had seen my exposed
body. More importantly, a man had seen it, and he
acted as though he didn't see it. A relaxing breeze
passed through me as I entered the dream of my
fantasy. I suppose it was a lot like giving a
presentation before a large audience. As soon as I
reached the stage, the fear went away. Brian had
broken the ice.
"Studying!" Another male voice gave me a hard time.
"It's Friday night! You're not supposed to be
studying on a Friday night! Get out here and grab
yourself a beer."
I stood outside the doorway of my bedroom and was out
in the hallway. In front of me stood three people,
waiting in line to use the adjoining bathroom. The
one who just spoke was John, a good friend of mine
that I knew from back home. A brief look of surprise
emulated from his eyes, but then he quickly regained
his composure. In the back of my mind, I figured the
size of my tits surprised him but then he remembered
the plan.
"You know me," I answered him, trying to regain my
own composure. "I've always been a student studier,
but I'm ready for a drink now."
It quickly grew a lot easier as we ventured down the
hall to join the party. Still a bit strange and
awkward, of course, but I rapidly became accustomed
to my near-nudity. Loretta pulled me along into the
living room as though she was afraid I might run back
into my bedroom.
I looked around surprised to see so many people. "You
said only a dozen!" I whispered my concern to
Loretta.
"There are only a dozen," She answered. "There are
only about a dozen couples."
She gave me a little smile, but I didn't mind. 'The
more the merrier,' I thought to myself. I was more
surprised at how many people agreed to play a part in
living out my wild little fantasy, and then I thought
about how many men were going to be rewarded with the
sight of my near-naked boobs.
The music still played, but I noticed the general
noise level in the room diminish as soon as we walked
in. Many people stopped talking, looked at my erotic
state of undress, but then seemed to remember the
fantasy and quickly resume their conversations. They
were supposed to resume. That was the intent of the
fantasy. I was to be dressed like a wanton slut for
the evening, but everyone was going to treat me as
though nothing was out of the ordinary. I naturally
expected some problems and a few awkward moments.
Some of the men, I knew, wouldn't be able to keep
their eyes off my tits and ass. It would be as
difficult for them as it was for me, but I figured
most of them would play out the fantasy exactly how I
wanted.
"Let's get a drink," Loretta offered, still holding
my arm.
"Excellent idea," I agreed. I really need a drink; a
very strong drink. I already pounded two shots of
Wild Turkey in the bedroom, but I could really use
two or three more, although I also had to be careful.
Being a short, almost petite girl, I always had to be
careful about drinking too much. I couldn't put them
away like Loretta.
We walked towards the kitchen and the liquor cabinet
but never made it. Several of my friends and fellow
students said hello along the way. At one point
Roger, my biology lab partner, invited into a
conversation. Four of them talked together, and I
could hear they were talking about one of the more
comical professors at the University.
"What do you think?" One of my girlfriends asked me,
so I joined them. We talked for several minutes. The
anxiety began to leave me. I almost forgot my state
of undress, until one of mentioned a particularly
funny occurrence. I laughed about it, and then began
to think about how much my tits juggled when I
laughed. I suddenly became self-conscious again.
"Listen," I interrupted. "I really need to get a
drink. I'll be right back."
"Never mind!" I heard Loretta behind me. "I bought
the drink to you. It's a very special drink."
I grew curious about her words as she handed me a
wineglass. The sneaky, sly way she said "special
drink" naturally made me suspect something was going
on.
I took the wine glass to look at it closer. I
wondered some more. Clearly, it wasn't wine. The
glass held something else, but I couldn't tell what
it was. It held a white liquid, almost like milk, but
not quite thick enough. It looked a little like a
White Russian, but I could see it comprised two
different consistencies. Part of it looked almost
like water. Suspended within it were globs of some
kind of thick, whiter substance.
"What is this?" I asked.
"You'll see!" Loretta answered in her sneaky, sly
little voice. "Just take a sip and I'm sure you will
recognize the taste from many times before."
Her words confused me, so I first smelled it. It
didn't smell at all like any kind of liquor I
recognized. Instead, it had a distinctive, musky
smelling order. I knew I had smelled it somewhere
before, but I couldn't remember where.
"Go ahead and taste it," Loretta prodded. "Don't
worry, it won't hurt you."
I figured it was some kind of new drink the girls had
made up. They were always trying to come up with new
contraptions from the random mixing up different
liquors in an attempt to create a unique taste. I
figured I might as well go ahead and try it, but
braced myself for a strong kick.
I bought the glass up to my lips. Conversations
around me stopped. People watched. Something was
going on, I knew, but I couldn't figure out what it
was.
"You once told me in private about another little
aspect of your fantasy," Loretta spoke in a whisper
as I sipped.
It tasted salty and was a little warm. I had tasted
it before, but couldn't quite remember where. Then I
thought about Loretta's words and tried to think
about what I had once told her in private.
"Oh my God!" I couldn't help but say out loud. I
suddenly understood. It all made perfect sense. The
special drink! The warm liquid! The white, cloudy
substance! It all came together in an instant.
"That's right!" Loretta confirmed what I already
knew.
"Oh my!" I said more quietly as I bought my hand up
to my lips in disbelief. I looked again at the glass.
I notice my hand trembled as it held it.
"What is it?" Randy took a step closer and asked with
a smile.
"What is it Debbie? Is there something wrong with
your drink?"
I could tell that he knew.
"Have you figured it out yet?" Loretta leaned closer
and whispered into my ear. "Tell me, what is in the
wine glass you have in your hand?"
I knew what it was, but I couldn't believe it. I
couldn't believe Loretta would do such a thing! More
amazingly, I couldn't believe she could get a guy to
do such a thing. Or actually, I thought to myself,
several guys by the look of the quantity in the
glass.
"Excuse me," I backed away from a group of giggling
men and women. I think most of them knew, or at least
some of the men must have known. I wondered if any of
them donated.
I took Loretta by the arm and lead her to a corner of
the room where no one else could hear. "This is
spunk!" I said in disbelief.
"That's right," Loretta confirmed.
"I'm holding a glass of male spunk in my hand!" I
repeated.
"And you just took a drink of human, male sperm," She
said back, louder than I thought necessary. "And you
still have quite a bit left, unless you don't like
it?"
"No!" I said as I instinctively withdrew the glass
when her hand came near. "No, I like it fine."
"I thought you would," Loretta then told me. "Now, go
back over and continue the conversation with your
friends. Especially talk to John, because he's one of
the men who contributed."
I looked at the glass and then I looked over to John.
A hot tingle of excitement charged through my body. I
thought about how erotic it would be to casually
drink a man's sperm right in front of him, and then
realized I already had.
"I think I will," I concluded, and walked back over
to where I had left off before Loretta bought me the
drink.
"What was that all about?" John questioned.
"Oh nothing," I answered between breaths. I realized
I was breathing hard and my pulse was racing. My hand
still shook as it held the wine glass. I need a
drink, I thought to myself, and then did so.
I saw him flinch as I took another sip, sending
another hot tingle through my body. I've never
particularly liked the taste of male sperm, but more
enjoyed what it did to a man when I swallowed it. I
still remember the very first time I gave a man a
blow job. I remember his grunts and moans, and the
pure, erotic thrill it gave him when he ejected into
my mouth. John's flinch made me feel the same way.
The conversation switched to another professor at the
university, Professor Duke.
"What a boar!" Lisa said. "It takes him half of class
just to take roll call."
"He's the only professor I have who takes roll call,"
William added. "He makes me feel like I'm still in
grade school."
I tried to stay involved with the conversation as
best I could, but the constant taste of the salty
male sperm on my lips made my mind wonder. It made me
want to taste it fresh. I kept imagining my lips
around John's dick, and then every other guy's dick
in the place too.
I took a third sip and noticed William flinch too,
which only made me wonder if I might be drinking him
too. By Loretta's words and the quantity of sperm in
the glass, I knew it had to come from more than one
man, and William would have made an excellent
candidate. I couldn't help but get excited at the
thought that the warm liquid in my mouth was the same
liquid that, not long before, had been locked in his
nuts. I took another sip and watched him closer.
The group broke up about five minutes later, all
except John and myself. The two of us stood alone
when he asked me.
"By the way, Debbie, how do you like your drink?" I
noticed he again held a smile on his face when he
asked.
"It's very taste," I told him. "It's really very
delicious! I wish I could have some more." By this
time I had nearly emptied the glass.
"What's the name of that drink anyway?" John wanted
more detail.
I didn't know what to say at first. I didn't know why
he even asked me, given the fact he already knew. I
figured he was trying to embarrass me, so I figured I
would simply embarrass him back.
"It's called male sperm," I told him simply, and then
added.
"Human, male sperm."
John never flinched.
"Do you like to eat male sperm?" He asked instead,
sounding very relaxed and casual.
"Oh yes, very much," I tried again. "I really like
the taste, you know. I try to eat male sperm every
chance I get."
He still didn't flinched. I couldn't believe it.
"I notice you swallowed nearly all of it," He calmly
spoke instead.
"Oh yes," I tried one last time. "I always swallow. I
know some girls who don't, but I always do. I guess I
just love the taste of it."
At this, he finally gave a reaction. His eyes grew
wide and his mouth opened. I noticed a drop of
perspiration drip down his brow. I had won.
John spoke no more. He simply turned around in
silence and headed back to the keg of beer. I figured
he needed a drink; a very strong drink.
I momentarily found myself alone, but given my state
of undress I did not remain alone for long. My male
friends quickly noticed and walked up to make
conversation. First one and then came another. Soon,
a half-dozen men surrounded me. They were all
attracted, I know, to my big tits. Although none of
them looked directly, I could feel their eyes upon my
cleavage as they took occasional glances. It was a
lot like going to the beach or wearing a low cut
blouse to work. Men always took the occasional glance
at my tits. The only difference now was the amount on
display.
"How's your job going?" Frank asked me. "You still
waitressing down at the Timbers, aren't you?"
"Sure am," I told the guys. "Three nights per week.
Money's not great, but I make good tips, especially
when a wear something a little revealing to the job."
They all smiled.
"You should get work as a cocktail waitress," Frank
told me. "Or maybe at one of those dance clubs. I bet
you could really make some great tips that way."
I knew what he meant and had to agree.
The conversation gradually shifted back to school and
then the Thursday's night episode of ER. Soon, I
found myself having an almost normal conversation
with the men, although I still remained fully aware
of my exposed condition. I noticed it in the men too.
Some of them, like Frank and John, could carry on a
conversation while seeming to ignore my near-nudity.
Others grew shy and bashful, and talking to them was
almost a chore.
The more I talked, the more aroused I got. I think
the dirty little conversation with John helped. Maybe
even the glass of sperm too, like something similar
to alcoholic. After a while I started to fantasize
about slipping off the upper half of the swimsuit and
going around topless. For a brief moment, I even
though about slipping down my bottom. It would be so
exciting to talk to a bunch of fully clothed men
while in the nude, but I quickly got hold of myself.
I talked a long time with the guys. It went on and on
for twenty or maybe thirty minutes. It was just me
and the guys; one sparsely clad young lady talking
with six fully clothed young men. I didn't even see a
wife or a girlfriend, and then realized I hadn't seen
any of the women for a long time. I figuring they
would eventually get pissed at their husband's and
boyfriend's attention to my tits, and come to pull
them away, but no one interrupted us at all.
I just kept on talking with the guys. We kept on
talking about all sorts of interesting subjects just
as we would have done at a normal party. They only
item we did not talk about was the one subject I'm
sure was on all their minds: my tits. All the guys
behaved obediently to the request of my fantasy.
Loretta surprised me from behind, tapping me on my
bare shoulder. "I have someone here I would like you
to meet," She invited.
"Not now!" I tried to push her away. I wanted to stay
with the guys. I was having a good time.
"But I think you are really going to want to meet
this person," Loretta spoke seductively.
I turned. "What do you mean?" She spooked my
interest.
"Well," She began slowly. "Do you remember what else
you told me in private about your little voyeur
fantasy?"
I thought about it for only a second. This time I
knew full well what she meant.
"Do you mean?" I questioned in shock.
She nodded her head to indicate a silent "yes."
The other little aspect of my voyeur fantasy was a
man. I once told Loretta in private that I wished
there was a man at the party, a man in the same
condition as me or perhaps with even less. Specially,
I told Loretta I wanted it to be a handsome guy, like
maybe even a Chip-and-Dale dancer sort of guy.
"Are you serious?" I wanted to make sure.
Loretta nodded her head again.
"Then where is he?" I immediately grew interested. I
stood up on my toes to make myself as tall as the
others.
He wasn't hard to spot, although I could not see him
directly. Instead, I saw the group of women all
standing together in a circle on the opposite side of
the room. I could easily guess who was in the middle.
That was why no wives or girlfriends came to
interrupt us. They had their own form of
entertainment.
"If you will excuse us," Loretta took me by the arm.
"Let me introduce him. I'm sure you'll want to see
him as much as he wants to see you."
I saw flesh. I saw naked flesh in the spaces between
the bodies. I could tell it was the flesh of a man. I
could also tell it was from a very muscular man, a
hunk, maybe it even was a real Chip-and-Dale dancer.
He looked well built and I could tell he had a tan. I
couldn't help but wonder about tan lines.
Then I saw his face. He stood taller than any of the
women, like about 6 foot. I saw a handsome head of
black hair and a tanned brow. He looked gorgeous.
"Step aside Girls," Loretta announced to them, and
they did.
They reluctantly separated as we drew near.
The fantasy I told Loretta involved of a naked man,
but I really didn't expect full nudity. I more
realistically expected to see a man in pair of shorts
or maybe a thong. At the very best, I thought he
might be wearing a tight bikini brief or maybe even
one of those see-through fish net bikinis. I would
have enjoyed any of those things, but what I actually
saw was even better. My wildest fantasy had come
true.
The man was incredibly good-looking and totally
naked. And when I mean totally, I mean totally. I
didn't see a single stitch of clothing on his entire
body. He didn't even wear hair to cover himself. His
head held shoulder length blond hair, but the area
between his legs was shaved clean as if to show off
his strongest asset.
And what an asset! I now knew why none of the girls
came over to join us from before. They guy had an
incredible body! His biceps looked as though they
were about to burst, and his smooth chest appeared as
hard as a rock. I suspected he worked out about seven
nights a week and could probably run a couple of
miles before tiring. He was the type of guy every
girl dreams about.
The guy was really built, and I don't just mean his
muscles either.
Well, that is, except for one muscle; his most
important muscle. What I mean is, he looked big. He
appeared impressively thick and long. I thought at
first it was due to his absence of hair or maybe from
my own excited state, but I could see there was more
to it than that. His dick looked to extend one-third
the way down to his knees.
"Let me introduce you to my friend Stephen," Loretta
spoke to me. "And Stephen, this is the birthday girl,
Debbie, the girl I told you so much about."
"Glad to finally meet your acquaintance," He held out
his hand. "I see Loretta didn't exaggerate. You look
as beautiful and even more impressive as she
described you."
I blushed with embarrassment as I took his hand,
knowing the hidden meaning behind his words. What he
really meant to say was that my tits were
surprisingly big, even bigger than what Loretta had
described, but then so was he. As I held his hand -
his hard, callused, strong hand - I had an impulsive
little fantasy where I reached out for his dick
instead.
"Glad to meet you too," I almost choked on my own
words. It was hard to believe I was shaking hands in
the middle of a party with a naked man.
We shook hands for only a second. The next moment I
found myself being pulled in close. Our lips came
together. He gave me a deep, passionate kiss.
It happened so fast I didn't have time to react. One
second he stood before me, and the next second he had
his arms around me and our lips were locked together.
He kissed me open-mouthed and long, pulling me in
close and squeezing our bodies together. Lips touched
lips. Flesh touched flesh. My tits smash up against
his chest while at the same time I felt his organ
press up against my stomach. He even grinded his hips
some, making me feel his organ more distinctly.
"Happy birthday!" He told me when he finally let go.
"It feels like I already know you! And maybe later we
can get to know each other a lot better."
I was in dreamland. Squeals and moans came from the
women around me, but they sounded like a long
distance away.
"Wait-ta-go Debbie," One of them said.
"Looks like you might be a little tired in the
morning," Another teased.
I knew what they meant, as I was thinking the same
thing. Before this evening was out, this well hung
hunk of a man was almost certainly going to fuck me.
My pulse raced. My breathing labored. I had to take a
step back to gather myself, and I almost stumbled
over my own feet as I did so. I needed time to thing.
Everything was happening too fast.
The circle of women quickly drew in around Stephen
once again, leaving me on the outside, not quite
believing what I had just witnessed. The guy was just
so damned good looking and so big! And not only that,
but he was so naked. I couldn't help but think about
what it would be like to be fucked by a man with such
an enormous dick.
"Wow!" I heard Loretta from a long ways off. "I think
he likes you!" She giggled.
I glanced over to see Loretta standing beside me. I
slowly came back to reality.
"And did you see that monster dick of his?" She asked
next. "Holy shit! What a enormous prick!"
I had seen it all right!
"With a dick like that," She giggled. "I think he
could ride you into multiple orgasm!"
I remained too much in awe to laugh along with her.
"Where did you ever find him?" I finally asked after
gathering myself together. "You hire him out of some
male strip joint or what?"
"Find him?" Loretta asked back. "I didn't find him
anywhere! He just showed up at the front door."
"Oh yea?" I knew she was kidding, of course. "A naked
man just happened to show up at the front door. A guy
with an enormous prick, not wearing anything at all."
Loretta smiled back to me. "It's your birthday!" She
said.
"Strange things happen!"
They certainly did.
"Thank you," I finally spoke. "I didn't expect this."
"It's your birthday," She told me again. "You deserve
the best, and speaking of the best..." She looked
around. "You look as though you could use another
drink, but I'm afraid it's not quite ready yet. Why
don't you come over here and sit down for a minute."
I followed, thinking about her words and the earlier
wine glass. Sitting down next to her on the couch, I
happened to notice only three men left in the room. I
imagined the rest of them in the bathroom and the
back bedrooms, jerking themselves off to images of my
topless body.
"I hope you don't have any more surprises," I said.
"I don't think I can take much more."
"I don't have anything else planned," She answered.
"The rest is up to you..." She paused. "And Stephen."
Loretta looked up as I felt a tap on my shoulders.
"Excuse me, but you left awfully fast," He spoke. "I
was going to ask you for a dance."
He stood behind me: Stephen, as naked as before.
"This party needs to liven up a little bit," He took
charge. "Let's everyone dance."
And so we did so. Right where he stood, he started
dancing. He swayed and shook to the rock-and-roll
music. About a half dozen women quickly gathered in
all around him and started to dance too. They acted
like his harem, but I noticed Stephen kept his eyes
firmly locked on me.
I soon got up and followed. Whatever he said was fine
with me, so I started to dance in rhythm to his own
moves.
He was a really good dancer, and he looked even
better when he danced in the raw. Glancing down, I
couldn't help but notice his dick. It bounced all
around, shacking and moving with the beat of the
music and making him look even bigger than before. He
looked almost as though he was a professional dancer,
or maybe one of those Chip-and-Dale dancers who shake
their bodies up on stage.
He put on quite a show, and I know I did too. I felt
big tits jiggle all around as I too shook my body in
rhythm to the music. One way and then to the next, I
felt my unsupported tits swivel back and forth
counter to the motion of my body. It was inevitable
that they jiggled. They were too big not to jiggle.
As I danced, I felt the eyes of all the men upon me,
although at this point I no longer cared. I was too
much entranced by the performance of Stephen's prick
to care about my own. He moved and shook with
increased furry as we got further into the song,
making his dick go flying off in every direction. I
don't think I had ever seen a dick move so much
before in my life, and especially such a long one.
The song finally ended, only to be replaced by a
slower, more romantic melody. I wanted to sit down to
rest, but Stephen quickly took me in his arms and
held me close.
I felt him again. He drew me in close and we hugged,
and I again felt him on my stomach. I felt, that is,
his soft pole press up against the bare skin of my
body. Because he was so much taller than me, it
touched above my panty. My head only came up to his
chest and my cheek rested upon his hard quads. It
really felt good I think it was about eight inches
long. His dick, that is, I think it was about eight
inches in length. It extended all the way down from
my belly button to below the line of my panty. It
looked even longer when he shook it all around to the
rock-and-roll music, and it was easily the longest
dick I had ever seen in person - and maybe even the
longest dick I had ever seen in pictures too. Stephen
had an eight inch prick, and that was when he was
still soft. It was hard to imagine what it would look
like when full.
That was when I began to feel it harden.
"Oh my!" I said out loud. "Oh my!"
Clearly, I felt it. At first I thought it was just my
imagination, but then I felt it move slightly to the
side. It touched my thigh and I felt it was clearly
harder than it was only a few moments before.
"Is there something wrong?" He whispered into my ear.
"What is it Debbie?"
"Oh, nothing!" I choked on my own words. "Nothing at
all."
I felt it some more. His dick both hardened and then
elongated as it pressed up against me. I felt him
growing. I wondered if anyone else noticed it, and
then decided I didn't care.
"I have a present to give you later," He spoke to me
as one song ended and another began. The next song
swayed faster, but we continued to dance close
together. "Maybe you can guess what it is?"
It kept hardening and elongating, and then it started
to rise too. I felt it push to the outside in the
same way that it would otherwise have done in his
pants.
He momentarily pulled our bodies apart in order to
give it a chance to pop up the rest of the way, and
then he quickly squeezed me close again.
"Oh God!" I heard a female voice in the background.
"Holy fuck!" Another cried out.
I realized they had seen it in the brief instant we
were apart and Stephen stood exposed. It sounded as
though the girls were impressed, and I soon felt why.
It did not take him long after that. As he held us
close together and gently pressed his risen pose
against me, I felt him rise even more. Soon the guy
was almost into my cleavage, or at least that's what
it seemed like. I felt his pole as it started near my
belly button and extended almost all the way up to my
boobs. The thing had to be about a foot long. I
couldn't believe a man could be so big. He truly did
have a monster.
"What was in that drink contraption you were drinking
before?" He whispered into my ear, interrupting one
pleasant thoughts with another.
I felt too embarrassed to answer.
"I mean in the wine glass," He elaborated. "Tell me
Debbie, what were you drinking? Tell me, really."
I realized he already knew. Loretta must have told
him. He only wanted me to say it out loud.
Knowing I was trapped, I answered him truthfully. "It
was man juice," I said, feeling both excited and
humiliated at the sound of my own words. "It was, you
know, male spunk."
Immediately, he ground into me. I felt him grind his
waist against me, pressing his hard organ more
strongly against my body. I think it grew by another
inch.
"Did you enjoy it?" He asked next. "I mean, did you
enjoy drinking the sperm of your male friends? How
did it taste?"
I hesitated only slightly before answering.
"Delicious!"
He ground his cock into me again. This apparently
made him excited, and I suddenly found myself wanting
to see his dick again. I could feel it, but I still
hadn't seen the thing - at least in its present,
elongated state. Then I started to wonder what would
happen when the song ended. He didn't have any
clothing. 'How is he going to hide it?' I questioned.
About two minutes later I found out. He didn't! He
simply pulled himself away and we walked off the
makeshift dance floor.
I first saw it in the eyes of the other women in the
room. A group of four of them sat around the kitchen
table. Their eyes seemed to almost budge out of their
skulls as they looked at us walking towards them.
They were clearly impressed.
Then I heard it in their voices.
"Look at him!" Linda spoke in shock.
"What a whopper!" Another cried out.
I tried to hold back as long as I could. I don't know
why. I guess I simply felt it impolite to look down
upon man's crotch, even if the man happened to
already be naked. Or maybe I was afraid at what I
might see. By the look of awe on the faces of the
girls before me, I could tell he had a monster.
I could hold out for only a few seconds. Curiosity
overcame me. I simply had to look. I glanced down to
my side, at Stephen standing beside me, and took a
look for myself.
He did not disappoint my expectations.
"Holy fuck!" I couldn't help but say out loud. The
guy stood hard and erect, pointed up at an angle. And
best of all, he was so long! I think he stood at over
a foot in length, maybe even up to 14 inches. And not
only long, but I noticed he looked plenty wide too.
His cock had a lot of girth. Stephen's cock was about
twice as long as any cock I had ever experienced
before. He no doubt had the biggest cock I had ever
seen, even from pictures I've seen over the net.
"What was that?" Stephen questioned me. "Did you say
fuck?
Did you say that you wanted me to fuck you?"
I glanced up at his face, and then I looked down
again at his monstrosity. I couldn't keep my eyes off
it. His muscle was so thick and long! I tried to
imagine it buried deep inside me, provided, that is,
if it would even fit. If size really did make a
difference, then Stephen would be the best fuck I
would ever receive.
And then I thought about his words. Yes, I suppose I
did want him to fuck me. I thought about Loretta's
earlier words about multiple orgasms, and figured if
any man could do it Stephen was it.
"Yes," I finally answered his question by nodding my
head
"What was that?" Stephen acted as though he didn't
understand.
He knew full well what I said, I knew, but I also
understood his game. He wanted me to say it out loud,
so I took a deep breath and did so.
"I asked if you wanted to fuck me," I spoke without
thinking, loud enough for the four girls at the table
to hear me. They let out a group sigh at the sound of
my question.
"That sounds like an excellent idea," He agreed. "I
don't normally accept so willingly, but given it is
your birthday..."
They let out another sigh. I suppose each of them
wanted to ask the same question and receive the same
answer in reply.
"Excuse me ladies," Stephen spoke to them. "But this
bitch of a whore standing next to me has just asked
if I could fuck her."
All four remained frozen in place.
"So if you would excuse us," Stephen leaned over and
whispered into my ear. "Take me to your bedroom. Lead
me by my cock!"
I wasn't sure what he meant at first, or even if I
had heard him right. The three women remained
standing, frozen in place. So did I.
"You know how to do it," He instructed. "Grab me by
my cock and use it as a handle. Show these women
whose boss."
I couldn't believe it. I knew what he wanted, but I
simply couldn't believe it. I hesitated for at least
a minute before I slowly reached out my hand and took
him.
"That's the way," He prodded as I took hold of his
monster cock. I noticed my fingers did not even come
close to enclosing him all the way around.
"That's perfect!" He clearly liked it. "Now pull me
along like you are leading me."
The room went deathly quite as we walked across the
living room floor. No one spoke. I'm not sure when
someone shut off the music. A dozen of my friends
watched as I led Stephen by his cock, with my hand
encased firmly around his huge erection.
"She's taking me to her bedroom," Stephen suddenly
stopped and spoke to Loretta just as we were about to
pass. "Debbie is taking me to her bedroom where she
wants me to fuck her. I've agreed to give her a
multiple orgasm as a birthday present."
Loretta simply stood dumbfounded and stared.
I gave Stephen a yank and was soon walking down the
hallway to my bedroom with a 14-inch long male organ
trailing close behind.
Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night.
It was a good thing a party was going on in the next
room and the music was turned up loud. Else they
would have heard me scream out with the three most
intense orgasms I've ever received.
THE END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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